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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.