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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light 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,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.