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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson 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 rock 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.