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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.