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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
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,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.