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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.