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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
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,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.