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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.