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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
The Index,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.