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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
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,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Japan,
Wings,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.