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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
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,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.