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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.