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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.