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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.