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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.