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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.