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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.