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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Television,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Cymande,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.