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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.