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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.