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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.