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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
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,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.