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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.