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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.