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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.