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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.