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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.