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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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?
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.