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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.