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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
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,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.