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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.