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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.