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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.