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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
the Association,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
JFA,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.