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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.