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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.