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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.