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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.