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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
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,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Japan,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, 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.