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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
New Order,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.