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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Can,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.