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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.