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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.