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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
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,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.