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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
10cc,
AZ,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.