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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.