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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Rakim,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.