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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.