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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.