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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.