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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.