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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.