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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.