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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.