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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
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,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.