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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.