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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.