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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
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,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.