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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Pole,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.