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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.