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 Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Organ,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.