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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
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,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.