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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
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,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.