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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 ABC to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.