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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the disco 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.