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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Index,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.