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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.