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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
the Association,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.