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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.