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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.