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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.