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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.