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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.