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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
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 Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.