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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Swans,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
cv313,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.