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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Normal to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.