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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
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,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.