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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
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,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.