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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.