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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.