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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.