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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.