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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 a marimba and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
MC5,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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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.