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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.