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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
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,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Ten City,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.