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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Urselle,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.