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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the rap 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
DNA,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.