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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.