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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.