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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
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,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.