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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.