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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.