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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
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,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Crime,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.