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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.