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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
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,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.