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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.