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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.