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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.