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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
UT,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.