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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.