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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 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?
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.