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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 10cc to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
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,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.