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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pretty Things to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.