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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
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,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.