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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.