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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Music Machine 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Yaz,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.