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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Goldenarms 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.