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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Index,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.