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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Q65,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.