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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.