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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.