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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.