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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.