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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Offenders 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.