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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.