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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.