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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.