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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.