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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.