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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
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,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.