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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.