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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Visage,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.