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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.