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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.