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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
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 Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.