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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.