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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.