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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.