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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.