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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.