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 Libya 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Roxette,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.