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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.