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 Slovenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.