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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
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,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.