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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.