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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 CMW 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.