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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
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,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Brick,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.