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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.