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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.