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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 The Tremeloes to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case 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 dance 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 linndrum and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Index,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.