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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.