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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.