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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.