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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
New Order,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Monks,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Television,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.