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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
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,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.