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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.