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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.