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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.