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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.