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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
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,
the Association,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.