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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.