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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.