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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Little Man to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.