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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.