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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.