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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.