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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
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,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.