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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Suicide,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.