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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
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,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.