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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Todd Terry 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.