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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.