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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
The Index,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.