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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
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,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Roxette,
Chrome,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.