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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
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,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
The Names,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.