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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.