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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
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,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.