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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Brick,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.