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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
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,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.