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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
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,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Television,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Cymande,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.