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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
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,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
June of 44,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.