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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.