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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Can,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.