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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
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,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Q65,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.