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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.