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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
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,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.