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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Ten City,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.