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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.