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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.