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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.