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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.