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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Scion,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.