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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Can,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.