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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.