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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
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,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.