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 Jamaica 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
ABBA,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.