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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Excepter,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Magma,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.