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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.