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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
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,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.