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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Television,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.