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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
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,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.