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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
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,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.