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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Names 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
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,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.