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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
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,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.