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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.