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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Monks,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.