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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Wire,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.