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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the funk 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
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,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.