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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
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,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.