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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
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,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.