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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
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,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Wire,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.