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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.