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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.