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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Invisible to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.