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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.