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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.