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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
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,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.