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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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?
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.