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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.