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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.