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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.