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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.