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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
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,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.