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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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.