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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the jazz 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.