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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.