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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.