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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.