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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.