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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.