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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
New Order,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Clear Light,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.