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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
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 Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.