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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.