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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
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 Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Monks,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.