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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
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,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.