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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.