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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
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,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.