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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.