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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
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,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.