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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Mars,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.