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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.