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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
The Move,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.