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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.