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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.