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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.