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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.