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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.