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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Nas,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Can,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.