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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.