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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.