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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
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,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.