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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.