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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
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,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.