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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.