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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.