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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.