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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.