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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.