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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.