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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.