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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.