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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.