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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.