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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Can,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
PIL,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.