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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
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,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.