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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.