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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.