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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Index,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.