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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
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 Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.