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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.