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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.