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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
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,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.