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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.