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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Hashim,
Main Source,
The Cure,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.