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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Technova,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.