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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
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,
The Fall,
X-102,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.