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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Technova,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.