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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.