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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
AZ,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.