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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
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,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.