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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
The Busters,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.