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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.