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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
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,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.