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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.