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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
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,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Index,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.