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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
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,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.