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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
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,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.