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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.