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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.