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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.