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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.