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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.