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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.