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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.