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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.