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 Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.