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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.