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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.