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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.