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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.