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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
ABBA,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.