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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.