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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
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,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.