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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.