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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Can,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.