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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.