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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.