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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
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,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.