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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Erasure to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
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,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.