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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
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,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Can,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.