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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Japan to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.