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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.