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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.