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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '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 Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
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,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.