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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Q65,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.