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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Can,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.