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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Cluster,
New Order,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.