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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.