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 Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.