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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.