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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.