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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.