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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.