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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.