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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.