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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Slave,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.