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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Nico,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.