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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.