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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.