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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.