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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.