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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Q65,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Smog,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.