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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.