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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.