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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
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,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.