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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.