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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.