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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.