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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
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,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.