Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.