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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.