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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
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,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Scion,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.