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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
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,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.