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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.