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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
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,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.