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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Rekid,
Can,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.