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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.