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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
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,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.