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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
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,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.