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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Monks,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.