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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
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,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.