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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 808 and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
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,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.