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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
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,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.