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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.