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 Barbados and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.