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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Smog,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.