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 Nigeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.