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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.