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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.