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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Crime,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.