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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.