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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.