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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.