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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
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,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.