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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.