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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.