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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.