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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Cymande,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
UT,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Slave,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.