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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Ludus,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.