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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
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,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.