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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.