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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
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,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.