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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.