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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.