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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.