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-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.