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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.