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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.