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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
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.