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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.