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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
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,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
The Doors,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.