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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 10cc to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
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,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.