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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.