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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
the Swans,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.