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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.