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 Greece and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.