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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.