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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
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,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.