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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
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,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.