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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
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,
June Days,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.