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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.