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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Fear,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Little Man,
Visage,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.