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 India and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.