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 Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Cybotron,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.