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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.