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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
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,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.