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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.