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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
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,
Franke,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.