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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.