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 Turkey and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.