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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.