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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.