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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
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,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.