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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Television,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.