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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 a theremin 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Wings,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.