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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.