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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
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,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.