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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.