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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.