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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.