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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.