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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
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,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.