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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.