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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.