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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
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,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.