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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
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,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.