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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Lyres,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.