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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 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?
Swans,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.