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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
AZ,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.