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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.