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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.