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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.