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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.