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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.