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 Canada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.