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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.