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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.