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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Technova,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.