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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.