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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.