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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.