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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
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,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.