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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.