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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.