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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.