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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.