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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.