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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.