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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
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,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.