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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.