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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.