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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.