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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
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,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.