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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Rakim,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.