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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
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,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Scion,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.