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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Association to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
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,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.