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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
UT,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.