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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.