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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.