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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nico 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.