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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.