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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.