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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 a clarinet and a snare 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.