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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
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,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.