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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.