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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.