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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
PIL,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.