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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.