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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.