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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.