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 Burundi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.