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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Monks,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.