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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
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,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.