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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
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 Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.