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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Motorama,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.