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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.