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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
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,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.