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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
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,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.