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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
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,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.