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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.