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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.