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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Can,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.