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 Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Can,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.