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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Brick to the crunk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.