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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
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,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Index,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.