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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
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,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Aswad,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.