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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
The Sound,
Swans,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.