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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.