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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Crime,
The Busters,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.