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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.