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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.