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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.