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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Saints to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.