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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.