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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Suicide to the rock 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.