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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.