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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.