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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.