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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.