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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.