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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.