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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.