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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 oboe and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.