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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.