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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.