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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.