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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
cv313,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.