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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.