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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
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,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.