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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.