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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.