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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.