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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.