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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yaz to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 a güiro and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.