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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Wake to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.