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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.