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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
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,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.