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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
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,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.