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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.