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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.