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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Beijing and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
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,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.