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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 American Breed to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
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 Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Pole,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.