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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.