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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.