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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.