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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.