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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
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,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
UT,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.