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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 UT to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.