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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
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 Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.