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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Can,
Josef K,
The Evens,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.