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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.