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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
The Index,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.