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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.